By Zephyria 
Flip: To flip (over), to turn over
Nam Hyun-woo wanted to kill someone.
He was no longer satisfied with animals.
Nam Hyun-woo’s eyes slowly scanned the faces of his classmates in the classroom. He held a box cutter in his hand. He repeatedly pushed the cutter blade up and down. Click, click, click. Click, click, click.
Then, Nam Hyun-woo’s eyes suddenly stopped on one female student. Class president Park Eun-ji. His mother’s friend’s daughter. The top student in the entire school. The annoying kid he was constantly compared to.
But he couldn’t kill her. The risks he would have to bear if he killed her were too great. He needed a safer target.
Click, click, click. Pushing the cutter up, Nam Hyun-woo looked out the window. On the playground, the gym teacher was yelling at the students. The gym teacher had a bad reputation. There were rumors that he had gambling problems, and there had been complaints from female students that his touching was excessive.
Click. Nam Hyun-woo put the blade in. He stared at the gym teacher without moving.
“Your acting is getting better and better. Just keep doing this in the future. I have nothing more to point out.”
Kim Jun-haeng praised Lee A-gon. Lee A-gon, who seemed to be struggling for a moment, quickly recovered his condition and showed even better acting than before.
The face of a murderer as if his personality had disappeared. The way he looked at people as if they were not people but objects to relieve his feelings. The empty pupils, like those of a dead fish, made the viewer feel eerie. When he looked at Lee A-gon’s eyes when he was acting as Nam Hyun-woo, he felt as if he had encountered something he shouldn’t have seen.
“Hyung.”
Taking advantage of the break to fix his makeup, Lee A-gon gestured to Hae-jun. When he approached, he grabbed Hae-jun’s hand and dragged him away.
He pulled so fiercely that the staff turned to look at them. Hae-jun lowered his head so as not to make eye contact with the passing staff.
Lee A-gon, who entered an empty classroom used as a break room, pushed Hae-jun against the wall and raised his arms to the left and right.
“Lee A-gon, you don’t have to do this… Gasp!”
You don’t have to rush like this. You don’t have to drag me here. Hae-jun’s lips, who was about to say that, were blocked at once. Lee A-gon urgently pressed his lips.
“Give me assistance.”
Lee A-gon whispered between the pouring breaths.
“Quickly. Stick out your tongue.”
Hae-jun obediently stuck out his tongue and wrapped it around Lee A-gon’s tongue. Assistance energy flowed out. Only then did Lee A-gon lower his raised shoulders. The stiff tension that surrounded him lessened.
“Lee A-gon. Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like my assistance? Huh?”
“Yes. I like it.”
The sound of kissing deepened. Hae-jun wanted to put his hands on Lee A-gon’s back, but he held back. It was because he had tried it once before and heard a fierce rebuke.
Provide assistance by minimizing physical contact as much as possible. Hae-jun does not touch Lee A-gon carelessly. That was the condition Lee A-gon had set since that day.
「Also, you must respond whenever I want. If you don’t like it, quit being my manager and leave now. And never see me again.」
The terms of the deal that were decided in that way could be summed up in one word: ‘Give it to me whenever I want.’
“Umm.”
Hae-jun clenched his fists tightly to suppress his desire to hug Lee A-gon. Instead of a body that could not be touched, the overlapping lips became fierce and deep. Hae-jun rubbed, pulled, and sucked Lee A-gon’s tongue, sucking in his saliva.
He wanted to touch him more. He wanted to hug him and be hugged.
But what he wanted even more deeply was Lee A-gon’s heart.
He wanted to see Lee A-gon looking at him and saying, ‘Hyung, I love you,’ like before. He also wanted to see Lee A-gon saying, ‘I want to marry hyung.’ Just imagining that scene made him anxious. Every time this happened, Hae-jun realized that he really liked Lee A-gon.
“Do you like it that much?”
Lee A-gon asked, parting his lips. Hae-jun nodded. Yes, I like it.
“You’re so selfish. I feel like I’m going to die from the pain, but you like it?”
“No. It’s not that I like you being in pain, but that I like being in contact with you.”
Hae-jun asked in a sad voice.
“Why do you keep twisting my sincerity?”
“How would I know your sincerity? You’re the kind of person who can lie without batting an eye.”
Lee A-gon snorted. Hae-jun’s lips, which had been feeling good until just now because he was kissing Lee A-gon, drooped and his head tilted powerlessly.
“Ah.”
Then Lee A-gon touched his forehead and groaned softly. Hae-jun quickly approached him.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I don’t think I can do it. It’s still not enough.”
“If it’s not enough, should we kiss more?”
“No. Kisses aren’t enough. Something more than that.”
Lee A-gon’s eyes slowly scanned Hae-jun from top to bottom, stopping right between his legs.
“Pull down your pants.”
“Huh?”
“Your pants. I said pull them down.”
Don’t make me say it twice, it’s annoying. Lee A-gon’s voice was sharp. Hae-jun looked troubled.
“A-gon-ah. Let’s do that when we get home. It’s a bit much here.”
“Are you saying I have to see your face even when I get home?”
Hae-jun bit his lip tightly and released it at the sharp words that seemed to have shards of broken glass embedded in them.
“You agreed to obey my words unconditionally. If you don’t like it, quit being my manager and leave now.”
“No. I’ll do it.”
I’ll do it. I’ll do it.
He couldn’t hold out any longer. Hae-jun unbuttoned his pants and lowered his zipper. When the zipper went down with a zipping sound, gray briefs appeared.
“That too.”
Lee A-gon flicked his finger. It meant to take everything off. Hae-jun closed his eyes tightly and pulled down his briefs as well.
“Now turn around.”
Hae-jun did as he was told. As he stood leaning against the wall, he felt Lee A-gon approaching.
His buttocks parted and a finger touched that spot. Ugh, Hae-jun gasped and tried to relax his body, but he was too nervous to relax.
A finger entered the dry spot. The finger, which opened the entrance and entered at random, poked around inside.
“It hurts.”
Hae-jun straightened his shoulder blades and trembled on his toes.
“A-gon-ah. It hurts. It hurts.”
“So?”
Lee A-gon’s voice was emotionless. Hae-jun bit his lip and said.
“Be a little gentler. Don’t turn it so hard.”
Please don’t… The words shattered in his mouth. Three fingers entered in a row.
Hae-jun trembled, holding four fingers in his mouth. The fingers spread inside and stirred the inside once.
Assistance energy, incomparable to when they were kissing, flowed to Lee A-gon. Hae-jun staggered and scratched the wall with his fingers. It hurt and it was hard. Was it because it had been so long? Why did it hurt so much?
It wasn’t like this before. Before… When the two of them liked each other, water came out from inside as soon as Lee A-gon put his finger on his hole. So Lee A-gon could put his fingers in his hole as much as he wanted, and he could hold eight of Lee A-gon’s fingers, but.
But why doesn’t it work that way now?
“It hurts.”
His fingers expanded the inside. Lee A-gon grumbled. It’s too tight and doesn’t stretch well. Spread it more. Hasn’t another man used it here in the meantime?
It couldn’t be. Hae-jun was upset. Why would he say that when he knew perfectly well it wasn’t true? If it was to hurt me, I’m already hurting enough, so please don’t do that.
“Relax your body.”
“It’s not working.”
“Relax. You’re the one who’ll get hurt.”
Lee A-gon, who had given the warning, waved his fingers as if to tease. Along with his gesture, Hae-jun’s entire backside shook comically, following A-gon’s hand. Hae-jun closed his eyes and endured. His lower body felt hot and tingly.
After a long while, Lee A-gon slowly withdrew his fingers, having touched, prodded, and swirled inside, drawing out assistance. Hae-jun slid down, collapsing.
Rough breaths escaped him. More than the pain from being prodded, his heart ached strangely. He spread open the hole and inserted his fingers to provide assistance. It was nothing special. It was something that had happened almost every day in the past.
It was just assistance. Nothing special. So why did he feel so bad?
It was his own will to provide assistance whenever he wanted, to be by Lee A-gon’s side, so why did his heart keep getting bruised? Why did his chest ache?
He knew he had to stand up, put on his pants, and get ready to leave, but he didn’t want to move. He was afraid to face Lee A-gon. The face he put on when acting as Nam Hyun-woo kept flashing in his mind. Those quiet pupils. The face of an animal that could kill without malice. He was afraid that if he turned around now, he would face that side of Lee A-gon.
“I have a question. Was I really your first?”
At that moment, Lee A-gon asked something strange. Hae-jun, who had been leaning his face against the wall, slowly lifted it.
“What do you mean?”
“You said it before, didn’t you? That I was your first. Had you really never had sex with anyone before me?”
Because Lee A-gon kept saying things he couldn’t understand, Hae-jun finally turned his head to look at him. However, he kept his eyes lowered, avoiding looking directly at his face.
“I said that?”
“When I asked if you’d been with other men, you said no. You repeatedly emphasized that it was true. Don’t you remember?”
Hae-jun was slightly flustered. No, when did I ever…
“Why aren’t you answering? Have you been with other men?”
At that moment, as if a button had been pressed, a past conversation surfaced. Hae-jun rummaged through his memories. What did I say then? I definitely said no. I said I hadn’t, and then Lee A-gon…